-Kiera-

-Lane-

-Lane-

Lust is the absence of love

A causual f**k, somewhere, outside the mind

Beauty ties me in bonds of steel-studded leather

I crave the nights forged in blood

The highest pleasures to achive

Tears fall

Cascading over dried streaks of pain

..then,

Numbness falls

...with the crack of a biting whip.

I cry out

Over the centuries, the vampire has undergone radical changes. From the Count in Bram Stoker's 1897 novel to the alcoholic New Yorker Sam in the 1997 film Habit, the figure of the vampire has evolved with society.

I can't write much at the moment, I'm still pretty messed up.

Shortly after my last entry, I was asked to head to Vancouver to look into a missing deliverer, Jack. Jack was a good friend of mine. I say was because all I was able to find of him was his head. Someone -- a vampire -- has left a message, a very clear one at that.

You might be wondering, what's a guy called "Herman" doing in a place like this? It's simple, really: I'm a vampire hunter.